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I used to be so offended by the provocateur types like Coulter or Limbaugh, which of course is what they want. But, as some meager shreds of wisdom have tempered my outlook and steeled me against the obvious trolls one encounters under the odd bridge, I find it’s the Peggy Noonans of the world who get up my nose.

Whether it’s the repetitive-strain-induced hubris of that “savor” piece, the “My mind! My beautiful, beautiful mind!” recoiling of the “sometimes you just have to keep on walking” torture elision piece she wrote after the Abu Ghraib story broke, or her generalized bafflement at the modern world around her that ranges from a helium-huffing Bubble-worthy “Who can say?” to the prediction of a certain Romney victory — based on yard signs, mind you — shared only by small pebbles and gin-soaked, newborn, concussed ducklings . . . well, I think the poor dear needs to be put out to pasture with as much valium and Benedictine & Brandy as she likes.

Well see G, I just have to disagree.
I say let the Peg have all the glass, sharp objects, and yes keyboards— sans computers and an internet connection— her little palpitator organ desires. I’d even throw in daily hot soaks and razor blades. Live and let live, and let Peggy be Peggy.